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Freedom in exile

  • May 27
  • 1 min read

Some ghosts must be set aside,

Frozen in the past,

Encased in the high towers of glass.


Some haunting must be left inside,

Caged in the ribs,

Du-du du-du du-du,

Fighting the storm amidst the rains.


Some memories must be kept in a jar,

Sunshine and giggles,

Happy memories fit inside a terrarium.



by Priya Singh

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